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Stiles frowned, he hadn't even knocked how did she know that he was here? However he went through the door anyways, this was not a conversation that he wanted anyone to overhear. She closed the door behind him, for a second he thought that she was going to stay there blocking him from going outside he fingered the gun nervously, but she moved.
His eyes absently took in the interior of the room. This room was a combination living room and kitchen. There were two beat up but matching green couches along with a slightly scuffed up mocha colored coffee table in the living room part. In the kitchen part there was a dark brown round table and 4 mismatched wooden chairs around the round table. The walls were a plain white color and there wasn't any pictures on the walls or any kind of personal touch to the room.
"Would you like anything to drink?" she asked with a smile like she hadn't tried to kill him twice.
"No." Stiles said uncomfortably not liking how easily she was taking this reunion, shouldn't she be more sad or regretful, there was something off about this whole thing.
"How did you know I was coming?" he thought aloud. Maybe Scott had figure it out and called his Dad and he had called her, only if his Dad knew he would have called him too.
"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles we have so much to talk about." she said then gestured to one of the chairs at the table. "Or we could sit on the couches." she said gestured to the beat up green couches.
"How about I sit on the chair and you sit on that couch." he said gesturing to the couch farthest away.
"I'm not going to hurt you." she said, not that Stiles believed her she had said that before and had lied right to his face.
"I don't really feel like sitting close to you." Stiles said and she looked at the couch and nodded and started heading that way, Stiles took his seat at the table. There was about 15 feet between them, they were going to have speak up a little to be heard but he preferred distance between them.
"So why did you try to kill me?" Stiles asked. She nodded.
"Right to the point I see, I admire that." she said.
"Why?" he tried to ask again but found his throat wasn't working the way it was supposed to. He was tearing up and it was a sob that wanted to come out...which was a relief because he was afraid that he was going to have a panic attack again. When Stiles had told Scott that he used to have panic attack after his mom died, it was true though a little misleading. They weren't about his mom's death they were about when Katie had tried to kill him. For the first time since seeing her she looked sad, and apologetic. So maybe it was true, maybe she really was cured now and they could go back to being a family. He stopped that thought before it could go any further, even if she was cured it was going to take them a lot time before they were every going to be anything like they were before.
"It's...it's complicated." she said slowly, and Stiles frowned.
"Then uncomplicated it." he shot back, she laughed.
"You won't believe me."
"That's possible you are crazy." Stiles shot back.
"I'm not crazy." she said, and from the tone of her voice he knew that she really believed that.
"If you're not crazy why did you try to kill me!" Stiles shouted.
"I'm trying to explain." she said annoyed that he wanted to know why she tried to kill him was an inconvenience. "So shut up so I can do that." Stiles was angry but also nostalgic, that's how she used to sound when she was annoyed with him, he shook his head. She looked at him then grimaced.
"Sorry it's just very complicated."
"You said that already." Stiles said annoyed.
"Okay...I'm not crazy." Stiles decided to stay silent rather then tell her she said that already hoping that his silence would speed up the process. "I'm...I'm a witch."
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